I am dying thinking about the potential relationship between Ahsoka and the Wolfpack
Like, Anakin (and Obi-Wan, let’s be real here) may be her master, but Plo Koon was (is) her (father) Finder, and right from the beginning we see how much they mean to each other. So yes, in the 501st and 212th she is Commander Ahsoka Tano, respected and loved by the men she serves with. But in the 104th...
A child can’t even sniffle around the clones without getting adopted, so just imagine what it would be like for the Wolfpack to hear their general call her Little Soka and comfort her and encourage her in a way that even this army of orphans can tell is paternal. And then they find out about how he found her, about the cage and the slaver, and it’s all over, she’s their little sister now and that is a threat
Of course they don’t say anything, because that would be improper and probably against regs, but just imagine it: standing around during a briefing and Ahsoka complains that its cold and suddenly Comet has draped a blanket around her without saying a damn word. Or they’re on campaign and Ahsoka is looking through the MREs wistfully for one with actual meat in it, some of us are carnivores you know and suddenly Sinker tosses her a stick of bantha jerky, then just keeps on walking.
It all comes to a head when Rex, concerned that his Commander hasn’t slept for the last 48 hours, finds her sacked out on Commander kriffing Wolffe’s shoulder, snoozing away while the unbothered Commander reads reports on his datapad, as if Rex wasn’t standing there about to have an aneurysm.
“Why - ?”
“She was tired.”
“But...”
And then Wolffe gives Rex A Look that makes him decide, you know what, he’s probably better off not knowing
(Ahsoka figured it out about a year into the war and takes ruthless advantage of it. Master Plo just watches indulgently as his Little Soka wheedles her big brothers into teaching her how to play sabacc and letting her take the new AT walker out for a spin.)
Alright bestie!! I need either some enemy's to lovers with my mans, Warthog!! I forgot how much I loved that mans until I started rewatching CW. Like Warthog and the mechanic reader are always at eachother's throats and one day when Warthog gets a little too close to the chance of death, reader runs over to him and slaps him before she grabs his face, kissing him. Ngl, I just love this trope sm and just him 🥺
crash landing
After repairing countless starfighters brought to you by the 104th battalion, you join them on the field to figure out exactly why your ships rarely return in one piece.
Warthog x fem!Reader (gn! if you ignore use of 'princess') | w/c: 1237
Warnings: near death/close call, kissing, warthog gets SLAPPED hehe
'What, Princess? Can't handle a little turbulence?' he snickers, and you can almost imagine the smirk under his bucket.
'Warthog,' you seethe, eyes narrowing as your hand goes to brace yourself against the wall, 'My ships are built for turbulence.'
He folds his arms, stepping closer to you and remaining fairly balanced considering the unsteady flying of the ship, 'Then why do they seem to break so easily?'
'Or...' you counter, 'Why do you fly like a shiny?'
He's silent then. Gotcha, you think to yourself, satisfied with your choice of words. You can feel the daggers he sends your way even as the helmet conceals his eyes.
General Koon steps in, easing the tension as he begins giving the battalion orders. You're startled when he addresses you, 'You'll be with my troops on the ground,' he tells you with authority, but that's not what you're here for.
'Sir, If I may object...Is there any way I could be in the air? I can't observe the pilots from the ground,' you reason with him, prompting him to remember why you're accompanying them on the mission.
'Absolutely not,' he's quick to disagree, 'It'll be safer on the ground.'
You nod in understanding until he speaks up again, sighing to himself. There's a suggestive tone in his voice, 'I can put you in the same starship as Warthog.'
Your eyes immediately move to look at the trooper's visor, and for once you seem to be in agreement.
'Absolutely not,' you both retort, seemingly glaring at each other.
'You don't want to fly with me?,' you question him in disbelief. It's hysterical. 'I'm not the one who always crashes his ship,' you accuse.
'Well, I'm not keen on babysitting Princess,' he taunts, taking pride in the way your nostrils flare at the pet name.
It's cute, getting you riled up like this.
He shakes the thought out of his head when the General speaks up again.
'Very well then,' he turns to you, 'On the ground.'
You nod, narrowing your eyes at Warthog, 'Don't crash my ship,' you point at his chest, and he feels so compelled to pull you in as your finger juts out at him.
His response doesn't convey that though, 'Don't do anything stupid,' he turns to make his way towards the starfighters, attempting to get the last line.
You laugh, causing him to look back at you, 'How could I?' you raise your arms beside you, jesting, 'you're taking all the stupid with you.'
He rolls his eyes under the helmet, resuming his pace to the hangar and shaking off the remnants of his laugh at your quip.
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You've managed to find a vantage point, a small cliff that is close enough to the General but enables you a clear view of the skies.
The mission seems to be going rather smoothly, the ships haven't sustained too much damage, and you're quite at peace with watching the troops successfully maintain their stances.
That is, until your earpiece comes to life.
'Enjoying the view?', you hear Warthog through the comms, just in time to see his starfighter come into the view from over your head. You can hear the smirk in his voice.
'Shouldn't you be focused on flying?,' you raise your brow in his direction, watching as he effortlessly shoots down some seperatist fighters in his vicinity. It gives you chills.
He grunts, a sign of his preoccupancy, but he manages to respond anyways, 'You worried about me?,' he taunts.
You don't answer his question, continuing to watch him from afar.
'Just don't crash this time,' you tell him, it's a demand, but it sounds more playful than you had intended, almost a challenge.
He scoffs, 'Me? never.'
You roll your eyes before diverting your attention back to the other fighters. You watch Koon in awe as he leads his men through the sky, weaving through blaster shots and smoke, with very well calculated near-misses. It must be the force, you think.
The flight channel on your comm goes off, and you hear Koon's distressed voice.
'Warthog, eject yourself!' he yells, and you catch sight of the ship spiralling in your direction. It's not headed towards you exactly, but it seems to be falling towards the ground not too far behind you as you assess its trajectory in the sky.
Your hand flies up to your earpiece, 'Warthog!', you yell at him.
He grits his response, 'No, I can land this!' It's hard to hear him with the way the ship sounds like it's pulling itself apart.
'Warthog, eject! That is an order!'
The ship flies over your head, causing a gust of wind enough to knock you off your feet. You hear the loud crash of the vehicle some hundred metres away from you, and when the dust clears, you can see the debris of the ship aflame on the ground. You scramble to your feet, pushing through the uneven land to get to the crash site.
'Warthog!,' you yell for him, without response. You attempt to climb the vehicle to get to the window, but it's too high without a ladder, and too dangerous with the fire.
You freeze when you hear footsteps behind you.
'Looking for me?' he taunts, and any concern you had for him is replaced by anger.
You turn to face him, your voice stoic, 'Take off your helmet.'
'What?' he laughs.
'Take it off,' you pause, pursing your lips, 'Or I will.'
Oh he's definitely listening to you now.
His hands go up in a mock surrender before lifting the helmet off his head. He's having too much fun.
You quickly stride towards him, pulling his face to yours the instant he's in reach. You kiss him, and he doesn't hesitate to return the action, dropping his helmet and letting it roll away from his feet.
Your lips press forcefully against his, and he pushes back just as hard, a hand going up to hold your head in place.
The kiss is short-lived. He pulls himself away, still out of breath from his close-call, having ejected himself out of the ship at the last second, but he's intent on kissing you again when you smile warmly at him.
So...you can't exactly blame him for being shocked when the palm of your hand slaps him across the face.
'OW!' he exclaims, lifting his hand to feel the tender flesh.
'You idiot!' you scream, 'What were you thinking? Why didn't you eject earlier?!'
He chuckles when you cross your arms and dramatically look away from him. He steps closer to you, 'I was trying not to crash.'
'You think this is funny?' you pose, but you should know better than to expect a serious answer from Warthog.
'A little bit,' he smiles at you, earning a roll of your eyes.
You look at the ground in front of you, feet awkwardly kicking some rocks, 'I didn't mean you risk your life, dumbass,' you argue, looking back to him on the last word.
He grins, opening his arms out, 'I won't do it again if you give me another kiss,' he suggests, wiggling his brows. You have to bite your lip to stop yourself from smiling stupidly at him.
You almost want to tell him to put the bucket back on. Almost.
'Whatever,' you wave at him, feigning annoyance. But as you close the remaining distance between you, he knows otherwise.
